Schizophrenia

The anger builds inside you,
Strike out blindly before you.
Fists connect, something breaks.
One heart pounds, the other slows;
One mouth laughs, the other moans.

Silence surrounds you, save that incessant dripping
Realization crawls down your spine, spider-like.
Hysteria grips you, Spider the Smiter, that's what you are.
Time has run out, don't you know what this is about?

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
But, somehow, it all feels right inside.
Is this what freedom feels like?
After all, who were you to talk to me that way?

Look where you are now, lying on the floor.
I'm so glad I killed you: the voice in my mind.
My mind's my own! You cannot tell me what to do!
Haha, do you still think I'm crazy now?

Mymindsmyownmymindsmyownmymindsmyown.

...

I need to stop that dripping now.